Sounds; from the minute we are born they surround us. Comfort, lull and frighten. They will forever stay in our subconscious memory. Any trigger will set off reactions out of our control. Soothing, happy or frightening.
A loving voice, a comforting rhythm, hum from harmonious conversations can comfort and still a fractious spirit.
And so it is with lullabies. I remember my mother’s beautiful songs and lullabies as well as my father playing his mouth organ. As adult I would at times be blessed with them calling and play a duo over the phone. Tears would run with happiness. My poem below touches two sounds that still today work as lullabies for me. I would be delighted to hear from you about sounds that have made impact in your life.
THE COT and THE TRAIN
What possible connection do they have?
except the effect of their sounds,
their rhythmic
soothing pulse.
Embedded deep in my soul, my brain,
more powerful than lullabies.
Eye lids gently close
as I drift with the chants,
of water against the hull
of clunks from the rails.
Tucked in a Cot in my father’s boat,
safely riding the waves
as he steers with steady hand;
The song lulled me to sleep.
On my first train journey at 15,
excited by all that was new;
the steady, rhythmic percussion,
carried me into Morpheus arms.
Gentle but powerful songs
grow firm roots in your heart.
© miriam ivarson
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